monk family

Chapter 284 Ancestor's Thing
Fu Siyuan's expression became even weirder at this time. He closed his eyes and sensed it, then looked at Fu Shishi and said, "Eleventh, that Lei Yuan has escaped."

Ran? !
Fu Shiyi was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

This Lei Yuan seems to be a timid one too.

After the source of thunder disappeared, Fu 11 and the two reached the ground, and when they approached the lightning bamboo, there was no lightning whip. When Fu 11 and the two approached the two lightning bamboos standing on the mound, they realized that they were less than three feet away. The long bamboo turned out to be a fourth-order spirit.

Fu Shiyi squatted down and inspected carefully for a while, and found that besides the occasional lightning flashes on the surface of the bamboo, there seemed to be complicated runes inside:
"Brother Siyuan, what kind of spirit is this bamboo?"

Fu Shiyi couldn't remember where there was any record of such a spiritual thing.

Fu Siyuan on the side was a little excited, he said excitedly: "Lightning is riddled with runes inside, and the leaves are golden yellow. This is the fourth-order spiritual object Tianlei Bamboo!"

Every 1000 years the Tianlei Bamboo grows, only a small section grows, and once it matures in 4000 years, it is still a priceless rarity even [-] years ago.

Fu Shiyi was overjoyed:

"Brother Siyuan, according to what you said, the thunder bamboo has grown three knots today, so it is 3000 years old?!"

Fu Siyuan nodded, but there was a bit of regret on his face. After all, it would take 1000 years before these two celestial thunder bamboos matured, and this day the celestial thunder bamboos do not feed on spiritual energy, but draw the power of sky thunder to supplement them. Energy grows, and it is difficult to continue to grow away from this place.

If Lei Zhu has already matured this day.

Then he can use it to refine the natal magic weapon of the alchemy stage.

Fu Shiyi did not think so much. Although it is not yet mature, it can still be cultivated if it is sealed with a secret method. She smiled and said to Fu Siyuan:
"Brother Siyuan, I don't know when this Lei Yuan will come back, let's get rid of this day's Lei Zhu as soon as possible."

On a hillside less than a kilometer away from Fu 11 and the other two.

Fu Zhihong stood alone on the top of the slope, holding a piece of kraft paper that was about to rot, and muttered to himself: "No, the message left by the sixth-generation patriarch clearly said that this is a fifth-level cave. Will there be no aura at all?"

Fu Zhihong carefully put the kraft paper back into the wooden box.

If the last words left by the sixth generation Patriarch are wrong.

Did the place he was going to go disappear with it, or did someone take away the treasure inside?

Think of this.

Fu Zhihong couldn't help becoming a little anxious. He set up his flying sword and galloped towards the north at a fast speed according to the point of the kraft paper just now.

When he took over the position of patriarch.

Then he learned that in this secret realm, the ancestors of the Fu family had hidden a very precious thing here, and it was not necessary to take the token of the patriarch. He had kept this secret for decades.

The treasure will be available soon.

He will not allow any mistakes.

Fu Zhihong flew north with his sword, and when a sycamore forest appeared in front of him, the worry on his face immediately turned into joy.

The whole secret.

The rest of the place is quite different from what the sixth-generation patriarch described, but the phoenix forest, which is the hidden treasure, has not disappeared. Fu Zhihong controlled the flying sword and landed steadily on the ground.

The sycamore forest spans nearly a hundred miles.

But there were neither insects singing nor birds singing, nor monsters running rampant. It was quiet, and even when the wind blew, the sycamore leaves did not shake.

Fu Zhihong couldn't help becoming vigilant.

He is afraid that it will change if it is too late.

With a flick of his hand, a token engraved with a phoenix appeared in his hand. This token was obviously a fourth-order magic weapon, and he was chanting words, pouring true energy into the magic weapon.

Fu Zhihong has built the foundation for many years.

Now he has reached the third level of foundation building, but it seems a bit difficult to activate the magic weapon that can only be operated freely in the alchemy stage, and [-]% of the true energy in his body is poured into it.

Only then did the token respond.

I saw it floating in the air, and a layer of five-color aura suddenly shot out.

Fu Zhihong wanted to control the five-color aura, but found that the magic weapon of the token was simply beyond his current cultivation.

"Boom!" sounded.

Wherever the five-color aura passed, all the unmoving sycamore trees were broken at the waist, and the ones that were closer were crushed to powder. The power of the magic weapon made Fu Zhihong a little dumbfounded immediately!

Fu Zhihong looked at the sycamore forest that had turned pale in an instant, and was startled.

Although his face turned pale due to the consumption of his true essence and consciousness, his eyes flashed with joy. This was the first time he had seen the power of the Patriarch's Token.

Fu Zhihong's excitement was only fleeting.

The message left by the sixth-generation patriarch was for him to activate the token to notify the person in charge of the treasure, but he destroyed the entire sycamore forest, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

Just when he didn't know whether to step forward or wait on the spot, there was a slight sound of wind, and then the shattered sycamore trees seemed to be reversed in time, and they recovered from being devastated in the breath.

"This"

Fu Zhihong swallowed nervously.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was just a dream.

There must be a great monk hidden in this sycamore forest.

Fu Zhihong cupped his hands and said humbly:
"Senior, this junior was ordered to come here to take the belongings of the clan. It was an unintentional mistake just now. Please punish me, senior."
"Oh!"

Before Fu Zhihong could finish his sentence, his figure was like a sandbag, and he was ruthlessly poured to the ground by an invisible force. "Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out directly from his mouth.

Fu Zhihong's expression changed.

From being beaten to falling down.

He couldn't sense the other party's breath at all, which shows how unfathomable the other party's cultivation is.
"Humph!"

There was a cold voice in the air.

Then a wooden box fell beside Fu Zhihong out of thin air.

Fu Zhihong's eyes lit up, he didn't care about the pain in his body, and according to the formula left by the sixth generation patriarch, he muttered something, and a spiritual force hit the wooden box.

In an instant, a bright five-color light was reflected from inside.

In the bottle inside the wooden box, there was a round drop of blood, and it seemed that there was a head lying in the blood.

First look.

Fu Zhihong felt a sense of closeness, and his face brightened:
"It really is the true blood of the Phoenix!"

Even through the seal of the bottle, Fu Zhihong could sense the terrifying coercion emanating from the true blood. The origin of this true blood is not simple.

Naturally, it was not comparable to Fu Shiyi's soul pet Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang is just a descendant of the ancient phoenix branch that has lasted for millions of years, and his bloodline is already very weak, otherwise he wouldn't have cultivated for so long, and he is a third-order monster.

You must know the ancient phoenix.

It is a fifth-order monster at birth, and it can directly reach the seventh-order after adulthood. It is the real darling of heaven.

(End of this chapter)